The air is as clear as washing, and the clouds are as graceful and white as if they were outlined with a brush. The two ladies got up early and went to the town to guide the aftermath of the renovation of the ancient temple. After Fujiwara Izaya got up, he sent Dark Crow a message
After hearing the news, he asked him to call a few crows to watch the woman named Jingxia, and then practice shoemaking according to the shoemaking textbook as usual.
The sun illuminated the beach brilliantly, and a few crows came to visit and began their noisy morning activities in the courtyard. Seen in the morning light, their dark coats did not look ominous, but looked like simple and well-used Buddha statues.
Just a tool.
"Ah~ Good morning, senior."
Asuka Kasahara came over with her long hair disheveled, yawning, and wearing short-sleeved pajamas.
The morning light shone in her orange hair, making her already white and tender skin look even more crystal clear.
"Are you hungry?" Fujiwara Izaya raised his head and asked.
"Not yet." Kasahara Asuka responded lazily, walked over to sit next to him.
"I'll make you breakfast later." After saying that, Fujiwara Izaya used bird-beak pliers to stretch the upper leather to the bottom, and then fixed it with special sewing needles.
This step is called stretching, which is to stretch the leather of the upper to the place where the upper and the sole are connected, so that the bottom of the shoe can fit with the upper part. When it comes to shoemaking, he is a layman and is currently in a state of exploration.
Kasahara Asuka watched it for a while and felt bored.
"Senior, why don't you go play with me~" She pouted and bumped her head against Fujiwara Izaya's shoulder.
"Wait a minute." Fujiwara Izaya took out a hand and stroked her head like a puppy.
Asuka Kasahara hugged his arm and brought her face towards him with a smile: "Asuka wants to kiss."
To be honest, the school girl's breasts are really beautiful in shape and feel good enough. In Fujiwara Izaya's opinion, these are perfect breasts without fillers, which is very attractive from an aesthetic point of view.
Fujiwara Izaya put down the tools in his hands and put his arms around her waist.
"Hurry up, before senior sister gets up." Kasahara Asuka's soft little mouth came over like this.
"No!" Fujiwara Izaya blocked her lips.
"Ah, I won't get up if I don't kiss Asuka." Kasahara Asuka acted like a child and buried her forehead on his shoulder.
From this action, Fujiwara Izaya felt her attachment.
In the bright morning light, it is very pleasant to hold a beautiful girl in your arms. She is wearing pajamas with exquisite and elegant patterns, and her smooth legs are exposed under the short pajamas, which is very pleasing to the eye. The sunlight shining into the room moves.
A little bit, it made all her exposed skin shine.
"You little bitch." The hot breath from Fujiwara Izaya's mouth hit her skin.
"What?" Kasahara Asuka raised her face.
"I will deal with you one day."
"It's better to do it now."
"No, you have to train for a while longer." Fujiwara Izaya rubbed his face against the top of her head, "But, I won't let you go. I hope you won't be scared by me in the future."
Judging from her senior's movements, Kasahara Asuka can also feel that he enjoys the feeling of hugging her.
"Hehe~" she smiled slyly and blinked, "Boys usually have more energy in the morning. Do you need your junior sister to accompany you to exercise?"
"Need not!"
"The school girl brought some information."
"Don't look."
"Yuki-onna's."
"g?"
"Haha, I know senior must be concerned about this." Asuka Kasahara took out her phone and clicked on a mysterious software.
Fujiwara Izaya hugged her and saw the title on the screen.
[The widow Yuki-onna who is not good at interacting with people and the cursed ring]
all of a sudden.
His eyes were drawn over.
"Asuka and senpai watch together.
"Asuka Kasahara adjusted her sitting posture and sat in his arms with her back to him. The two of them lowered their heads and carefully browsed every scene and every line.
"senior."
"Um?"
"Is Yuki-onna's desire really that strong?"
"How do I know..."
"Where's your snow girl?"
"My snow girl is still a baby!"
"How do you think Asuka compares to Yuki-onna?"
"...Hello, Xuebao!"
"Asuka is talking about this widow Yuki-onna!"
"It's also a good snow girl."
"Abnormal year of control!" Kasahara Asuka cursed with a smile. Looking at the picture on her phone, she couldn't help but blush.
"Well, Asuka is also great!" Fujiwara Izaya looked at her delicate little face and subconsciously rubbed her red lips with his fingers, "It's just that when people grow up, their personalities must also grow up a little, and they can't always be like this
Such a willful child."
"No, no!" Kasahara Asuka didn't want to discuss this topic at all. She arched her body slightly in his arms and said in a hoarse voice, "Senior, you are very energetic now."
"Natural reaction." Fujiwara Izaya didn't feel embarrassed at all, he hugged her back and got closer.
Feeling the touch under her buttocks, Asuka Kasahara twisted in his arms a few times. From the corner of her eye, she saw Rinko Hoshimi walking from a distance, and she directly said: "Ah, senior is so rude, please be gentle so early in the morning."
Click..."
"?"
Hoshi paused when he saw Rinzi.
"...You are so bad!" Fujiwara Izaya secretly pinched his senior, then pushed her away and greeted Rinko Hoshimi, "Good morning, senior."
Hoshimi Rinko walked past the two of them without saying a word, holding the drawing board in hand.
She was dressed casually, with a beige dress, white Converse shoes, and a green sun-protective shirt. Her breasts still didn't have much bulge. And she looked unhappy, as if the cat food was taken away after she was halfway through eating it.
Disk cat.
"Senior, are you drawing?" Fujiwara Izaya got up and followed her out of the door.
"right."
"I'll accompany you."
"unnecessary."
"How about I draw a sketch for my senior?"
Xing saw that Rinzi was a little moved, but he didn't say yes or refuse.
After staying with her for a long time, Fujiwara Izaya naturally knew that she meant tacit approval, and took the tool from her hand with understanding. Kasahara Asuka caught up with her in slippers, ready to cause damage at any time.
After leaving the dojo, the three of them came to the windbreak by the sea.
Today is a beautiful sunny day, the wind is not strong, and the sun shines on the pine leaves in the windbreak. White-breasted birds fly back and forth between the branches, dexterously preening their feathers.
Hoshimi Rinko took a book and sat down casually with her back against a pine tree. Fujiwara Izaya also set up a drawing board beside her. There was about two meters between them, which was not much different from before.
"Just like before," he said while clipping the drawing paper, "just use the posture you like. Don't change it too much. It doesn't matter if you move it appropriately."
Hoshimi Rinko tilted her head and looked at him.
She didn't respond, but her eyes seemed to be blaming him for talking nonsense.
Fujiwara Izaya held a drawing pencil in his hand and measured various elements of the senior's body like a ruler. Drawing a human body sketch is different from a facial sketch. It takes time to grasp the model's appearance and figure more accurately, and use as much precision as possible.
The most beautiful picture comes out.
"It doesn't matter if you talk during drawing time?" Asuka Kasahara asked tentatively from the side.
"Of course it doesn't matter." Fujiwara Izaya said, holding the brush and drawing the first stroke on the paper.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri watched him paint for a while, and then like a curious cat, she squatted down and took various tools in her hands to draw: brushes, paints, canvas... She picked up two brushes and knocked on the easel a few times.
The easel makes a very slight "duang" sound.
"Don't touch other people's things casually!" Fujiwara Izaya reminded her.
"It's okay, it's not that big of a deal." Asuka Kasahara said. Seeing that the two people were looking at each other kindly, she immediately added: "Besides, my senior and I both like our senior very much, maybe in the future
We'll become a family, she won't mind."
Rinko Hoshimi, who wanted to scold her, immediately changed her eyes from cold and stern to submissive.
The school girl is so perceptive... Fujiwara Izaya didn't want to take this opportunity to preach.
Asuka is a bit spoiled in temper, but she is still very delicate in grasping people's hearts. Otherwise, she would not have made Rinko Hoshimi so angry that her face turned green so many times, and she could successfully steal a house and eat chicken smoothly.
The bright sunshine in the morning falls on the forest, and the air is clear and fresh.
Hoshimi Rinko leaned against the tree trunk and read the book she brought from Tokyo.
The sunlight shining in from the forest shines on her simple beige dress, making the scene quiet and poetic.
Fujiwara Izaya slowly sketched out the senior's face and upper body with a pencil.
How to transplant the depth of a person onto a flat surface is the key to the quality of a sketch. How to transplant the subtle dynamics into the static is also the key point. He is very good at this, and his painting skills are better than his shoemaking skills.
At least five stories higher.
Asuka Kasahara got tired of playing and raised her head to look at the painting.
Next to the half-drawn character sketch, there are the words "木乐れ日" written on it. This is a special word that refers to the sunlight shining through the branches and leaves.
"Senior's painting is great!" The schoolgirl's expression was somewhat moved.
"If you like it, I will paint it for you later." Fujiwara Izaya stared at the canvas with all his attention, and his tone was a bit showy unconsciously, "This kind of thing is very simple for seniors!"
"Why do you want to draw sketches, senior?" Asuka Kasahara asked curiously.
"By drawing a sketch carefully, you can understand the person you are drawing bit by bit, step by step."
"Why?"
"Drawing characters is actually about understanding and explaining each other. Not using words, but using lines, shapes and colors."
"I don't understand!" Asuka Kasahara made a face.
Hoshimi Rinko raised her gaze from the book and looked at Fujiwara Izaya with slightly smiling eyes.
From the day I met him, the way he focused on everything he did was really admirable. The white shirt shone with white light, and a dragonfly mistook the shirt for a white flower and landed on it to rest. On the beach in the early morning of August, it was even more intensified.
The affinity in him made Rinko Hoshimi’s eyes look more and more like a cat lover seeing a white cat with soft fur.
This slightly tender look made Kasahara Asuka very unhappy.
With her eyes rolling a few times, she gently placed her chin on Fujiwara Izaya's shoulder and innocently asked Hoshimi Rinko: "Are I a good match for you, senior?"
The sea breeze blows and the sun shines brightly.
A handsome and perfect boy, a lively and beautiful girl.
When Hoshi saw Rinko, he immediately put away his smile, snorted coldly, then lowered his head and continued reading the book in his hand.
"Hehe." Kasahara Asuka looked at Fujiwara Izaya with a smile, "Senpai is so cute, I can't bear to laugh at her as a loser."
Fujiwara Izaya: "..."
Yes, yes, yes.
You can't bear it.
I definitely can't talk to you at this time, otherwise you'll be in trouble.
Seeing that Fujiwara Lin remained silent, Asuka Kasahara came up with another plan. Her eyes fell on the sketch and she said in an envious tone: "Senpai is really beautiful and elegant. Even her paintings are full of fairy spirit."
"Huh!" Hoshimi Rinko looked a little proud.
"My breasts are just a little small."
"?"
Fujiwara Izaya noticed that the senior sister clenched her fists.
In order to prevent the two beautiful girls from fighting in front of him, he quickly said to Kasahara Asuka: "I'm a little hungry, can you go get some food?"
"No!" Asuka Kasahara stared at Rinko Hoshimi and answered him.
The beautiful girls' eyes met through the air.
In addition to the smell of sea tide, there is also a faint smell of saltpeter in the air, and the temperature has inexplicably risen a lot.
"If you don't make breakfast, I won't draw it for you!" Fujiwara Izaya said with a cold face and gave the school girl a blow in the head.
"Ouch, it hurts!" Kasahara Asuka screamed and kicked him before reluctantly walking back to the dojo.
There were only two people left in the windbreak, and it suddenly became quiet.
"Hey, my breasts are small, right?" Rinko Hoshimi asked.
"Maybe." Fujiwara Izaya said indifferently.
"Small as stale bread."
"Interesting metaphor." Fujiwara Izaya stopped writing and moved his wrist slightly: "Maybe it can grow in the future, so there is no need to worry about it."
"But all the classmates in the class are older than me." Hoshimi Rinko said, then coughed slightly as if making a sound, and her face turned red, "You are already eighteen years old, and you can't even look good in a dress..."
Beneath the delicate and quiet appearance, there is a standard girl's heart.
Fujiwara Izaya thought she was very cute, so he suggested: "If you really mind, it doesn't hurt to give her some support."
"Want me to do that?"
"It doesn't matter to me. After all, I didn't sketch the senior sister just to draw breasts."
"But men like women with big breasts, right?" After saying this, Rinko Hoshimi's face turned even redder. She must have heard the charm of wanting him to deny it from her own words.
"Not necessarily." Fujiwara Izaya turned the pencil around, "My mother is older than your mother, but the size is almost the same, but this does not prevent her from being my favorite woman."
Hoshimi Rinzi's eyes suddenly widened and she stared at him: "How do you know my mother's size?"
The expression is fierce and cute.
"Visual inspection..." Fujiwara Izaya explained with a smile, lowered his head and started drawing again.
At this time, the cell phone rang. He took it out and saw that it belonged to his aunt. It was rare for his aunt to take the initiative to contact him, so he did not dare to neglect it.
"Can we meet now?" Xia Xili.
"Sorry, I'm busy now."
"Isn't it because of women?"
"Yes, I'm drawing a sketch for my senior sister."
"It doesn't matter, I'll go over now and you should have finished painting."
"What's the matter?" Fujiwara Izaya asked warily.
"Why do you ask this?"
"Because this chestnut will definitely be up to no good if he comes to me."
"Yeah, Xiaolin knows my aunt too well." Xia Xili laughed strangely, "I'm alone in the car now, and I don't know why I'm calling you..."
"What are you doing alone in a car?"
"If you want to be alone in the car, just be alone in the car. As a housewife, sometimes you have this kind of period. Can't you?"
"You're nothing like a housewife!" Fujiwara Izaya scolded angrily.
"Forget it, forget it!" Xia Xili coquettishly said, "Since the age of ten, I have become Xiao Linye's wife."
"..." Fujiwara Izaya glanced at Hoshimi Rinko, and after noticing that there was nothing unusual about her expression, he lowered his voice and asked, "What on earth is going on?"
"It's okay. I'm just bored in the car alone. I want you to get in the car and accompany me."
"What am I doing in the car?"
"You still have to ask? Of course you come from behind. You don't need any foreplay and you come with no scruples."
"...You're the only one?"
"Don't be greedy!" Xia Xili said with a smile.
"I'll hang up first."
"I'll go to your place later."
"Drive carefully!"
"Yeah, you have to be careful. I'm wearing sexy and beautiful underwear and I'm ready to welcome you in."
"You might as well get killed in a car accident." Fujiwara Izaya hung up the phone directly.
Hoshimi Rinko watched the movement of his brush for a while and asked: "Who was that just now?"
"My godmother." Fujiwara Izai didn't hide it from her either.
"You told me last time that your name was Xia Xili?"
"Yes, I showed you the photo. It's quite beautiful, right?"
Hoshimi Rinko recalled the appearance of the short-haired woman: "Ah, yes, very beautiful, with big breasts."
"I didn't pay attention." Fujiwara Izaya lied directly.
"And the shape is great, it must be very comfortable to take a bath together, right?" Hoshimi Rinko asked with a half-smile.
"Senior, you are perfect enough, can you leave a way for other women to survive?" Fujiwara Izaya knew how to answer this kind of question with his toes.
"Yeah, that's right." Hoshimi Rinko showed a satisfied expression, and then she said lightly: "Am I talking a lot? Wouldn't it be better if I just stayed quiet and let you draw?"
"I like my senior's voice very much."
"What else?"
"Senior's appearance and conversation are precious to me."
"Also, is today a good day for you?" Hoshimi Rinko asked again with a smile.
Is today a good day for you?
It almost feels like using computer software to translate foreign sentences.
"Every day I spend with my senior is a beautiful day." Izaya Fujiwara couldn't find any fault with it.
Hoshimi Rinko wanted to ask anything else, but Kasahara Asuka was already back.
The three of them sat on the beach, eating simple sandwiches and a salad with lettuce, tomatoes, onions and green peppers. Asuka Kasahara spooned a spoon into the salad and ate it, looking at the almost completed sketch on the easel.
"Senior's painting is so good!" she said with admiration.
"It depends on more practice," Fujiwara Izaya said, "I have always liked to do things by myself. I am good at cooking, simple carpentry work, repairing small motorcycles, gardening, abstract mathematical thinking, etc."
"Senior still says he is an ordinary person!"
"Ordinary people who know a little bit about everything."
Happy breakfast on a sunny summer day.
Both beautiful girls are ideal partners at the dinner table. They have rich topics and know how to humor. Among them, the senior girl is beautiful, quiet and elegant, full of intellectual beauty and has graceful table manners. The junior girl is full of vitality, charming and pure.
De Lai accidentally showed a bit of charming temperament, and even quietly put his hand under the senior's pants.
When breakfast was almost finished, the sound of a car engine sounded outside the door.
The shiny black big G was parked in the courtyard. The car body was bathed in the radiance of the sun, and it looked like a new product that had just opened its wrapping paper. Fujiwara Izaya walked over to open the car door, and Xia Xili stuck her head out of the car window: "In the car
?Or on the bed?”
"I think it's best for you to leave now." Fujiwara Izaya spread his hands helplessly.
"My idiot!" Xia Xili was very happy and gave him a charming and affectionate look, "The car is very nice, the space is small and there are many things to do."
"Leave it for next time!" Fujiwara Izaya opened the car door.
"Just leave it until tonight!" Xia Xili jumped out of the car in a very unladylike manner. She was wearing a beige long-sleeved shirt and slender light green pencil pants. The gold necklace around her neck was shining implicitly. Her hairstyle was slightly retro.
With her bob hair swaying, her beautiful neck flashed from time to time. She had a deerskin satchel on her shoulder, and her shoes were white high-heeled shoes. Her overall attire was casual but meticulous.
"What are you doing here?" Fujiwara Izaya led her towards the windbreak.
"Come and see the woman you raised," Xia Xili looked at the two beautiful girls in the forest, swung her handbag and patted him on the shoulder, "I'm sorry you didn't do anything in the woods with the two of them so early in the morning.
Something about it?"
"If something like that happens, I will definitely call you along."
"Tsk, tsk, what a pervert!"
"Are you embarrassed to tell others?"
"I learned it all from Xiao Linye."
"..."
Walking back to the windbreak, the two beautiful girls had different expressions.
Rinko Hoshimi is somewhat fearless, while Asuka Kasahara is very vigilant. From this, we can also see that the senior is cutely stupid and the junior is very shrewd.
"Oh--" Asuka Kasahara bit into the bread, her little eyes wandering around Xia Xili, "Sister Lizi is so beautiful today, just like the bread in Asuka's hand."
"Sister Li Zi is beautiful any day!" Xia Xili blocked her next sentence.
"Hello, auntie." Rinko Hoshimi greeted her elegantly.
This was her first meeting with Xia Xili.
No matter what the other party's attitude is, the first step is to clarify the order of seniority.
"Well, hello Rinzi." Xia Xili bent down slightly and looked at her with interest, "Xiao Linye often mentioned you when we slept with me at night. It was really cute. Oh, by the way, he likes to listen to me very much.
Lift one of my legs from behind and tell you something."
"?"
The senior sister's face turned green again.
Kasahara Asuka's originally unhappy little face was suddenly filled with smiles.
As the saying goes, it's not terrible to lose first. As long as the next one loses more miserably, it doesn't count as a loss.
"She lied!" Fujiwara Izaya explained in a funny and distressing way.
Senior sister...you can't even defeat the little devil, so don't think about overstepping your level and provoking the big devil, okay?
Xia Xili's eyes swept over the painting on the easel, and she seemed to fall in love at first sight and said: "It's so beautiful, more vivid than Rinzi in real life."
Hoshimi Rinko's expression turned ugly again.
"How can it be more vivid than the real senior!" Fujiwara Izaya said with a headache.
"G, Xiao Lin, don't be humble," Xia Xili raised her hand, patted his shoulder, and said with admiration, "Physically speaking, the canvas is just a flat surface, but the painting must be painted in three dimensions. You really
It's very good. You can draw a plane in reality so three-dimensionally. You must have added selfishness when you drew it, right?"
The plane in reality... Hoshimi Rinko lowered his head and looked at the plane on his chest.
Then, she looked up again and compared Xia Xili's beautiful bulge under her tight-fitting clothes. For a moment, she felt that the whole world was gray.
My aunt is so hateful, I have to find an opportunity to beat her... Fujiwara Izaya picked up the brush, added the last few strokes, and then took it off and gave it to Hoshimi Rinko.
Looking at the painting, a special kind of light appeared in Hoshimi Rinko's eyes: "What is this painting telling? It feels like a bird about to fly from a small cage to the outside world."
"The author has feelings that he wants to express to others, and he places those strong emotions on the picture." Fujiwara Izaya replied.
When Xing saw Linzi looking up at him, he smiled slightly and said, "I really don't know what to say about you. Sometimes you are so delicate, and sometimes you don't understand your words at all."
The senior sister’s smile is very elegant.
It was as if the thick clouds had cracked, and a ray of sunlight overflowed from there, illuminating the field of vision brilliantly - it was such a smile.
"I know why he is sometimes delicate and sometimes careless," Xia Xili sat on the sand with her legs beautifully folded. "He has wanted to be like his father since he was a child, so he will naturally be like this."
"I heard Mr. Fujiwara say that his father was an extremely gentle man." Hoshimi Rinko's expression showed some admiration.
"Yes, my father is great!" Asuka Kasahara directly calls herself her daughter-in-law.
Fujiwara Izaya's scalp began to feel numb.
"Well, you missed the point," Xia Xili, who has an angelic face, caressed her round thighs with her fingers, smiling maliciously, "He wants to be a man with six wives like his father!"
"?"
In an instant, the two girls turned their heads angrily, staring straight at Fujiwara Izaya with piercingly cold eyes.
"Draw, keep drawing!" Without saying a word, Fujiwara Izaya pulled the drawing board to cover his face, "Asuka, please don't move, it's your turn now."
At this moment, the Maybach's horn sounded at the door.
"I'll pick them up!"
Fujiwara Izaya immediately dropped the drawing board and ran towards the door as fast as he could.
The Maybach drove into the yard, the car door opened, Mrs. Kasahara and her eldest daughter got out of the car, and Mrs. Hoshimi in the cab also got out of the car. Both ladies were wearing black mourning clothes and carrying small black bags.
Apart from the gold brooches on their necklines, the two ladies had no conspicuous accessories. Kasahara Fuka-Eri was wearing her mother's light blue dress and dark gray high heels. After closing the car door, she took off her sunglasses and put them in her bag. Her hair was beautiful.
The ground outlines the fine waves of microwaves.
"What did you bring back?" Fujiwara Izaya approached and asked.
"I ordered mourning clothes and brought them back to you. In the evening, I went to repair the ancient temple to express my condolences." Mrs. Kasahara handed him the bag containing the clothes casually, as if she were a family member.
"Can the summer festival still be held as usual?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
"Onee-sama takes action, of course there is no problem!" Mrs. Kasahara was as proud as a primary school student.
Fuka Eri, who was standing next to her, still had a cold face. Strangely enough, the two people had very different temperaments. On the surface, they were a mother and daughter from a very tasteful family. uu Kanshu www.uukanshu
.com But Fujiwara Izaya always felt that this was more like a pair of best friends.
Of course, this may be because Mrs. Kasahara is young.
She has a very interesting way of speaking, with both a stern and steady side and a funny and playful side. Her face is so beautiful that it shines with grace and grace. Her mother is gorgeous, and her sister is undoubtedly one of the beauties, but if we talk about her mother's appearance
She tends to cleverly maintain the balance of things, so the beauty of my sister lies in breaking the balance.
At least this is the impression Fujiwara Izaya observed.
When I see her and Fuka-Eri Kasahara together, the first thing that comes to my mind is that no matter what I look at, the two of them look completely different. Looking at each other from a little distance, they have a sisterly atmosphere, but there is no similarity in temperament.
"By the way, brother Fujiwara, please don't be partial tonight." Mrs. Kasahara said with a smile, "We must take good care of our daughter, and we must not neglect our mother."
"I don't have a clone technique." Fujiwara Izaya looked innocent.
"Then we five women will stay by your side tonight." The elegant and quiet Mrs. Hoshimi said.
"It's six women." Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked at the big man in the courtyard.
"Who is that?" Mrs. Kasahara found the key point accurately.
"My dear aunt." Fujiwara Izaya's tone sounded like he was risking his life.
"Huh?" Mrs. Kasahara looked at him funny, with a different kind of malice in her eyes. After a few seconds, she gently stretched out her palm and put it on Fujiwara Izaya's shoulder, "Take me to have a look."
Woohoo...
Are the two great demons about to meet?
As Fujiwara Izaya walked towards the windbreak, he felt a tragic feeling as he walked towards a mountain of swords and a sea of fire.